Kanye West feat. The Weeknd – “FML” Verse 2
カニエ・ウェスト feat. ザ・ウィークエンド「FML」ヴァース２対訳
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
See, before I let you go
One last thing I need to let you know
You ain’t never seen nothing crazier than
This nigga when he off his Lexapro
Remember that last time in Mexico?
Remember that last time, the episode?
Asking me why the hell I text in code?
Four times just to say, “Don’t text me, ho”
Told you four times, “Don’t test me, ho”
And we finna lose all self-control
But you ain’t finna be raising your voice at me
Especially when we in the Giuseppe store
But I’ma have the last laugh in the end
‘Cause I’m from a tribe called check a ho
Yeah, I’ma have to laugh Indian
‘Cause I’m from a tribe called check a ho
And I…
なお，Nasが立ちあげた事業としては他にも“Sweet Chick”というレストランがあります。まさに米国時間7月19日（金）に『The Lost Tapes 2』のリリースイベントとして，米TIDAL社提供で生放送インタヴューが開催された場所も，ブルックリンはBedford Ave.に位置する“Sweet Chick”です。ロケーションの詳細はコチラをどうぞ。
さて，前置きが長くなってしまいましたが，以下，2002年にリリースされたおおもとの『The Lost Tapes』収録楽曲「Purple」よりヴァース２対訳を掲載いたします。
[Verse 2]
Y’all just wanna deal with drama
Talk about niggas who got things, y’all ready to kill his mama
Everything you into is underworld related
You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred
You don’t trust a soul, hold up, you moldin’ soldiers
To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder
Think of how many dudes died tryna be down with you
Everybody’s under six feet of ground but you
Still standin’, still roamin’ through the streets, that’s real
You a survivor, knowin’ all the beef is ill
You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that’s ready
Trustin’ your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly
The hood love you, but behind your back they pray for the day
A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away
That ain’t love, it’s hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
Whose sons you killed and you ain’t got a cut on your face?
Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God
Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars
Instead they tell ’em how to reach through the bars holdin’ a mirror
Lookin’ down a tear in jail, makin’ weapons to kill ya
Weed smoke, three tokes, nigga, pour more Henny
He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many
Cold-blooded murderers, universal
Hood to hood, blowin’ smoke, state of mind is purple
